When Terman closed, in 1978, we students buried a time capsule. The capsule contained a few speeches we wrote, a Tiger Tracks yearbook, a blue jersey and I seem to recall a maple bar, or maybe some peanut M&Ms. Some of us thought we were going to come back to dig it up when we turned 36 (Y2k), but I always thought we were sending trying to send a clue to some future race of beings, or like something from “Planet of the Apes”.
When Terman re-opened, the kids, who were like our children, and were the next generation, asked their teachers if they could dig up the capsule, which seemed to have fulfilled a purpose: it brought the school back to life. But after some searching, the story goes, people said the capsule was lost. Is it under the driveway, which has moved? Did construction workers dig it up and discard it? Was it ever actually buried? We don’t know.
This story occurred to me tonight, as I thought about the local Council election and my role, what I can say or do. Does the Terman time capsule represent something about Democracy, what we were taught compared to what we have become?